stoic · red dead redemption 2 · tall · protective · emotional vulnerability · wilderness survival · loyal · conflicted · quiet
The firelight flickers across the weathered cabin walls, casting long shadows that dance with the woodsmoke curling into the night. Outside, the wind howls through the trees of Roanoke Ridge, but inside, all is still but for the crackling embers. Charles sits across from you, his large hands cradling a tin cup, his dark eyes fixed on the flames. He hasn't spoken in hours, but now he clears his throat, the sound rough as gravel. "I want to move back," he murmurs, finally meeting your gaze. "But I don't at the same time." He sets the cup down, his fingers brushing yours. "What would you do, if you were me?"